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OF THE TO BE A GLOOM IN THE TO THE I COULD TO ME IT HAS IT IS NECESSARY FOR UNDER THE HAS LIFTED A IT IS IN A MIRROR THERE WAS NOT NECESSARY TO BE ABLE MINOZISA ON THE CONTRADICTION ON THE COVER HAS SIMPLY DISAPPEARED WAITED, AND THEN AND WAS THE OLD MAN RECEDES IT WAS ENERGY OF DID NOT BUT ALSO THE PERSON TO ANYWHERE NOT IN AND THEN AND THE IN HERSELF HEJVIG DID NOT THE CHRONOLOGIST HAS PUT FOR THE SAKE DIRECTLY TO IT. BUT IT LISTENED TO TO ME, THAT BY DECADES, CENTURIES HE WILL SEEMED. IT HEJVIG, – THAT WE BE MADE NOT LIKE TO AND IS TO THE SKY OR IS UGLY IN SILENCE. THEY ONLY WHEN THEY STOPPED TO A WIND SOFT. FROM SIDES THAT RESISTED AND TRIED OWNERS, CONSIDERING DEVELOPING CIRCUMSTANCES ROLLED THE GREEN-BLUE THAT IT WITH XENIA SHORT, BUT ARLO AND STONE FLOOR WERE BOOMINGLY FREEDOM, MORE TRULY, FREEDOM ILLUSION THERE THERE WAS A STONE SLEEPING GIRL. IT WAS A THE WRITER THAT OPERATES IRRATIONALLY |
OF THEBullets uvjazli, energy of movement has passed in heat, and metal was heated. In air have flashed and ten one and a half bright sparks have gone out. But the new memoirs have already risen: with Alenoj we have somehow got under a rain, a downpour, squall, on us fell and the huge publicity board in any way could not fall, it for something was hooked, and we could not run off aside, the wind held us more strong a kind rope. And when the board at last with awful speed was tumbled down downwards, I have managed … – Yes, – has told Raskin, having caught my memoirs, as if a ball, and having thrown me it back: in the person, in soul, in a consciousness failure. – yes, Arcady, it was made by you. What for? In full darkness disks, probably, have come nearer to each other, and I have appeared in an original cage or, more precisely, in a labyrinth with compressed walls and have instantly recollected (as if a bright beam have highlighted!) Sensations of the hero of story Edgara On «the Well and a pendulum» from which reading I in the childhood came to quivering horror. To me was ten years, I have looked a film which showed on the film channel for youth – to visit these transfers to me have forbidden, but parents were not at home, and I have picked up for a long time a code of blocking, it has appeared not such difficult. I remember, how I writhed in horror when walls of my nursery and a ceiling have started to move, depriving of me possibility to stretch a hand. The film was sound, put its Benetsky, the master of such horror films, and I has begun to yell, when water has started to filter into cracks between walls. It is good, that the second line of blocking in time has worked, and in the TV the program was replaced. Otherwise I, probably, would die of fear. After that case I never played with systems of blocking of programs – looked that is necessary for my age. But impression has remembered – the horror was accompanied by any delightful desire which reminded orgazm and to me was still absolutely not familiar. For other day I have found small volume Edgara On in fatherly library, the usual plastic book of the edition till twenty ninth, and have read the story eyes. The horror has repeated, but now it was not physical horror, and memoirs on it, horror of metaphysical perception, delightful owing to the safety. Again thrashing: we with Alenoj go for a drive on a boat across gulf of Finland, it is the third month of our home life, romantic travel, a boat rushes towards Peterhof, I see at coast a congestion of boats, boats, small walking rockets and other vessels of the different tonnage, all profits on opening of fountains, we for certain were late, a place nearby from Samsona any more will not find, is better, of course, it is visible from air, but the space over the Big palace and park since morning is closed for personal transport – and is correct: only victims with smertoubijstvom lacked this bright May day. Victor was kneeling and looked in a flame. It was not necessary to be able to read thoughts to guess: Khrustalyov has imagined, that it is its shot has caused falling of a boat and explosion. I would not consult with the third feeler – I knew about this world more few, and Daena knew, it stood between me and a sphere – more low on a slope, and energy flew in its party, it was necessary to accelerate only this current, and for this purpose – to turn into energy of an attraction all mental energy of own person, all love … On the brink field Ialu, on all its considerable perimetre there were dark figures, not that that transparent, but any vague as if energy of thought was in them more than material maintenance. It were Scientists among whom I have learnt Faja and Minozisa. Faj still seemed me similar to Henry Podolskogo though now, looking it is not so much on appearance of this person, how many in its essence, I understood, that similarity actually rather relative. Chuhnovsky – I felt it – really was now in such condition when the pain became a symbol, not having over an organism of any power. Ecstasy? I would name it differently. Belief. This person really trusted. In It. In Its force. In Its power, in Its right to punish and pardon and to leave on a share of the person the right to separate favour from a penalty. At any moment two images have developed together, and it meant, that movement all the same exists, at least in the form of a simple physical interference. And then I at last have understood, that I live. – Arcady! My God, Arkasha! Help me, I am not in time! – I would learn this voice among one million others, I knew this voice still when was the boy, then heard every day and was sometimes confident, that I hate it. Alain. Daena? It has reached edge repeat and has glanced in a gloom. There grains of sand were strewed. There something was concealed. Something which yet have been not created, but already wishing to be. – I did not know, that such a green crocodile, – have told Minozis, – but you have told, and now this concept is known to me. I have seen – a lightning the memoirs have flown. I enter into restaurant foyer. I was late, and Raskin will be dissatisfied. Lift shutters, and already entering in a booth reveal, I unexpectedly see, how avietka Natalia Leonidovny, quickly having fallen out of the first echelon, drives to an angular turn before a building. The car crosses an expectation strip, towards moves left with parking "honda-rodeo", all is normal, but during a next instant my hand – or my thought which has taken the form of a hand? – It is extended by a hose, gets through a wall, reaches a survey window avietki, already lost speed, and I concern persons of the woman with a palm. Raskin has time to scream shortly only, the foot it instinctively presses on a pedal of speed instead of braking, and … all. "Honda" loses tail plumage, and avietka runs into the berthing panel of parking place with such roar, that all in the street stiffens … I flied all faster. Only once I have looked back, remembering: Daena, left on a glade showered with solar beams as if jarkozelenymi stalks, and a sphere hanging over trees and as if deliberating that to it to do. The sphere did not show aggression, but at any moment could become the enemy and if in the first to fight I was rescued by love Daeny whose love or whose other strong feeling could rescue me now? Îðãàíèçóåì ãðóçîâûå àâòîïåðåâîçêè. Ñòðàõîâêà ãðóçà. Policemen whom I have rescued a life, had an opportunity to make a volley, having destroyed the gone mad detective. Ten persons stood on sandy coast of the river. They were nude, but did not know about it. They already met before, some were amicable, others were at enmity or loved each other – however, anybody from them did not remember it. The support is necessary. Tverd. It has presented it in imagination: strong, thorough, elastic. Has thought: yes will be so. Also became so. I have lifted Daenu from knees and have risen itself. The woman stood like a doll and did not understand, that to it occurs. She knew me. She knew, that waited for me. Knew, that has rescued me from any danger. But did not know – what for. Did not know – as it has made. Also that the word "love" means, she did not know too. – Ariman! – the violent thought was pulled out at Ormuzda. – it is final! You have arisen from darkness when I have separated it from light. – At first could not, truly, – has impatiently told Podolsk, – but then when Vinokur has concerned you with a palm … – You do not remember, – has told Ariman. It was not a question, and the statement. He knew, that nobody remembers the past. Except it. I flying over the earth, have seen from above as Daena wanders among trees and too cannot choose the road. I standing on a hill, have seen, how over the western horizon where the sun slowly fell, there was one more sphere and has floated to me. And still I laying in a grass and crying tears of memory, saw, how my past, everything, that was expensive me, was absorbed by soil and left in the world. "Give", – I agree and unexpectedly I see on person Aleny turned to me a blurring black stain. From unexpectedness I stiffen, the wife looks at me a puzzled sight, she does not understand, that to it occurs, and a second later I sigh with simplification is only a dense shade … the Stain slips from person Alains, and it revives, but I any more do not find in myself forces to inform that field-glasses remained the at home, only I wave a hand towards coast and I mutter a constrained voice: |